I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

With that imposing physique, ferocious armor, heavy greatsword and shield, and that terrifying face wearing a skull mask.

He never expected that the opponent's strength was only as much as his lord had said. Could it be that this was really just a fake Servant who looked very powerful but was actually a fraud?

Diarmuid didn't want to believe it, but his lord's words were unquestionable and there was no possibility of deception.

So Diarmuid actually believed this least likely possibility in the end: the first guy to come and fight him was very weak!

So weak that Diarmuid could finish him off in a matter of seconds, so weak that he might not even need to unleash his Noble Phantasm to pierce him and kill him with his spear.

Thinking of this, Diarmuid's face grew even more gloomy, and his fingers gripping the two pistols turned white.

Diarmuid, who embodies chivalry to the core, finds the defilement of duels utterly intolerable, and the deceptive behavior of the person before him, masquerading as powerful and deceitful, is unforgivable.

"Let me expose this clownish and boring trick and take your head, you who have defiled the sacred duel!"

Diarmuid, who had been holding back, launched a furious attack, shattering the ground with a single stomp and hurtling towards the Mountain Elder at supersonic speed.

A red spear wrapped in rune-covered cloth flashed with a streak of light, and under Diarmuid's control, it was aimed directly at the heart of the Mountain Elder.

He gripped the yellow pistol in his hand, ready to pierce the opponent's head or neck once he got close.

The old man of the mountain was clearly unaware that his choice to relax in the water, on a whim, was misunderstood by others.

But even if the old man of the mountain knew, he probably wouldn't care.

The old man of the mountain greatly admired Dirumdo's willingness to take the initiative in attacking.

Then the jet-black greatsword drew a perfect trajectory in the air, tearing the air apart and emitting a mournful wail.

"Hand over my head!"

Before Diarmuid could even react, a simple, unadorned greatsword appeared before him, causing his pupils to constrict abruptly.

"What!?"

"Bam—!"

The sword blade collided with the spear that had just been thrust out, producing a crisp, loud sound.

Then the aftershocks from the collision of magic shattered and overturned the ground, raising a cloud of hazy dust.

Diarmuid felt a force of equal strength approaching, which deftly deflected his spear and then swiftly struck the short spear that Diarmuid had just raised.

"Hmm? You blocked it? It seems you are indeed a fine warrior."

Chapter Fifteen: Calculating the Area of ​​Hundred Faces' Psychological Trauma

The meeting between the Old Man of the Mountain and Diarmuid naturally attracted a lot of attention, after all, this was the first battle to be fought after the start of the Holy Grail War.

Among them were Artoria and Irisviel, who had just arrived at the scene; Waver and Iskandar, who were standing on the Fuyuki Bridge looking out; and Kiritsugu Emiya and Maiya Kudo, who had just sneaked into the vicinity.

Of course, most of the spectators above wore expressions of shock or solemnity.

But another audience member at the scene felt something different—

An endless fear, like an abyss.

This person is Hassan II.

(Since there are so many clones of Bai Mao without names, let's just number them. Number 1 is the one that's already dead.)

Hassan 2 of the Hundred Faces was sent by Kirei Kotomine to observe and scout out the enemy's situation. Since Servants are also a type of Familiar, Masters can share the Servant's vision.

The enthusiastic Hassan II left the Fuyuki Church to receive his orders, feeling fortunate at that moment.

Because unlike other miserable personality clones, they don't have to do those incredibly boring jobs.

It's so much fun to watch a battle; there's no danger, and it's exciting to see.

This is absolutely the best possible outcome, the perfect mission.

Overjoyed, Bai Mao Hassan 2 ran and jumped towards the container cluster at Fuyuki Wharf, landing in a spot with a good view.

Although his body was still in mid-air, his eyes eagerly scanned the battlefield that had not yet officially begun.

Then, all the dead were thrown into the air.

"Holy crap—!!!!"

Hassan II nearly lost his footing and became the first Hassan in history to die from a fall from a great height.

But Hassan II wished he had just died from the fall, so he wouldn't have to face his current helplessness and fear.

"This, this is impossible! Impossible!! This is absolutely impossible!!!"

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief seven or eight times, then slapped himself eight or nine times as if in self-torture, before finally accepting the reality he didn't want to accept at all.

The first Hassan, the Old Man of the Mountain, has truly arrived!!!

The memory of being beheaded by that greatsword resurfaced in Hassan II's mind; it was the inescapable fate and shackles of the world that none of them could escape.

The falling white feathers and the melodious chimes created a beautiful scene, yet it symbolized death leading to the end.

At this moment, Hassan II, who was squatting on the railing, stood there like a statue, not daring to move, as if he had been frozen in place.

Although his face, hidden by the skull mask, didn't reveal anything, he was actually terrified inside.

Hassan II, the Hundred Faces, is a fighter who doesn't like to use his brain, but now his mind is in turmoil.

"Um, is that the First Hokage? Are you sure it's not a person in disguise? Why is the First Hokage here? Is he here to kill us?"

"Logically speaking, the First Hokage shouldn't be able to be summoned!? The Holy Grail... the Holy Grail shouldn't be connected to the path to the Valley of the Dead!!"

"Furthermore, even if we find relics or something similar, the First Hokage never answers our summons!!!"

Hassan II, the Hundred-Faced One, crouched on a high place, hugging his knees and trembling. He even wrapped his tattered black cloak tighter around himself, as if this would give him some precious warmth.

He cautiously moved further into the shadows, hoping to blend completely into the darkness and remain undetected.

For the Hundred Faces who share memories, the fear felt by Hassan 2 was transmitted to each of them without any difference.

This caused all the Hassan 3s, numbered 100, scattered throughout Fuyuki City to instantly go on strike and freeze in place. Some of them even slipped and fell to their deaths while scaling buildings.

Hassan, a purple-haired woman who was organizing intelligence, silently put down the documents in her hand, spread out a piece of paper, and picked up a pen with trembling hands to begin writing her will.

Kirei Kotomine, who had just established contact with Hassan, did not notice anything unusual about the Hassans. Although they could share a field of vision, they could not see into each other's hearts.

Although the shared view was constantly shaking and unstable, Kirei Kotomine just assumed it was because Hassan was standing at a high place, causing the wind to be too noisy.

At this moment, Kirei Kotomine was standing inside the church, using a magical artifact to report the current state of the battle to his master, Tokiomi Tohsaka.

Kirei Kotomine's words were devoid of any emotion, but Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was listening to the report, almost spat out the expensive red wine he had just drunk.

"It's not surprising that Lancer's Master wasn't found, but Kirei, you just said that the Matou family's participant on the other side is actually my daughter, Sakura?"

“That’s right, there are only two Servants present, and I can clearly see the Command Seals on the back of Sakura’s hand.”

Kirei Kotomine gave a meticulous answer, then remained silent, waiting for Tokiomi Tohsaka to make a decision.

Tokiomi Tohsaka paused for a moment, then sorted out his thoughts.

"Kirei, you should be able to see the Servants' status directly through an Assassin's perspective, right? What are the stats of the Matou family Servants?"

"I can see it, but I didn't notice it just now. Please wait a moment, Master."

As Kirei Kotomine answered, he mentally commanded Hassan 2 of the Hundred Faces to turn his gaze toward the Old Man of the Mountain.

Faced with his Master's command, Hassan II, driven by his unwavering loyalty, reluctantly turned his gaze toward the location of the Old Man of the Mountain.

At the same time, he also brought his 'aura concealment' skill to its fullest extent, clasping his hands together and muttering to himself.

"My Lord, it wasn't that I was being disrespectful by looking directly at your face; it was my Master who ordered me to do so."

"So, whatever you do, don't get caught, whatever you do, don't get caught..."

Kirei Kotomine activated the Master's unique ability in the Holy Grail War through Hassan's vision, and then a hint of surprise appeared in his originally indifferent eyes.

“Master, the stats of the Matou family’s Servants are appalling. I think they are the Servants with the worst stats in all the Holy Grail Wars.”

"Oh? Your question makes me curious. Just how bad is it?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka frowned, wondering if there was any class in the Holy Grail War whose abilities were worse than those of the Assassin, who was not good at direct combat.

"Strength D, Endurance C, Agility D, Magic E, Luck E, and Noble Phantasm C."

Kirei Kotomine recited a series of numbers that made Tokiomi Tohsaka facepalm. He simply couldn't imagine what kind of Servant could be so incredibly weak.

Even Bai Mao's stats are C for Strength, D for Endurance, A for Agility, C for Magic, E for Luck, and B for Noble Phantasm.

"It seems the Matou family has given up on this Holy Grail War, otherwise they wouldn't have made Sakura their Master."

Tokiomi Tohsaka took a heavy breath, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair, and finally made his judgment.

"After the Matou family's servants are killed by Lancer, let Hassan protect Sakura. Although she has been adopted into the Matou family, I am still her biological father."

"Understood, I will inform Hassan."

Kirei Kotomine used his telepathic communication ability between Master and Servant to convey his orders to Hassan II of the Hundred Faces.

Hassan II, who had overheard the entire conversation between the two Masters, chuckled coldly to himself, like a smart person watching two idiots having a good time.

"You have no idea how terrifying this person is. This is what they mean by 'ignorance is bliss'."

His gaze fell upon Matou Sakura, imprinting the little girl's image firmly in his mind, and sharing it with all the Hundred-Faced Hassans.

"Brothers and sisters, remember to go around this little girl next time you see her."

"Everyone knows what would happen if you accidentally bumped or knocked over, and also—"

"If, and I mean if, the Lord Commander uses Command Seals to order us to carry out an assassination, well, all units, commit suicide on the spot, without hesitation!!!"

Chapter Sixteen Kenneth: I've Expanded My Path

Amidst the eager anticipation of the onlookers, the battle began.

Diarmuid charged forward with both pistols in hand. His long pistols whistled through the air as he swung them, while his short pistols, like venomous snakes, thrust out at the Mountain Elder at an unusually stealthy and cunning angle.

Faced with Diarmuid's swift and murderous attack, the Old Man of the Mountain made no reaction, continuing to slowly meet him step by step, carrying his greatsword and shield.

His posture was just like that of Grandpa Wang next door, who was taking a leisurely stroll in the park after a full meal, looking like someone in their seventies or eighties.

Hmm, even an Agility D stat couldn't be this slow, right?

Is this seemingly tall and imposing, with a fierce appearance, an unknown servant who is definitely not here to be a joke?